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Category: "Episode 12"
This is one of those sneaky episodes in the course of “Project Runway” seasons the episode where, after cruising at a comfortable pace, you suddenly realize, “Dag! We’re going to Fashion Week!”
With a show in its seventh season, it’s hard to find a good challenge that hasn’t already been done (even "American Idol" revisited the Lennon/McCartney songbook this week), so it was a nice surprise when Tim took us to the circus.
First, can we stop to pause and have a slow-motion “Moulin Rouge” montage of Jay with the shirtless, buff circus men?
Now that that is out of my system, let’s move on straight to the workroom.
The pressure is on. Two designers are going home, and this is make-or-break time. Emilio and Tim are at it again, but since the guy comes from a theater background and is second to only Season 2 contestant and All-Star Challenge winner Daniel Vosovic in “Runway” challenge coups, I don’t think he needs to worry.
Jay is apparently mourning the loss of Michael Jackson and the “This Is It” Tour that never was, by designing a tribute jacket. (Or, speaking of concerts, he must have really liked Britney Spears’ last year!) Regardless of the motivation behind it, he got to create those pants he loved so much again.
Mila is sick of hearing of how awesome Emilio is and also has psychic abilities not previously disclosed to the audience. Guest judge Cynthia Rowley happened to be wearing the exact same shade of pink in her garment. Coincidence? I think not.
I knew Seth Aaron was going to have a field day with this challenge, but Michael Kors took it to Awkwardville on the runway when he suggested Kristina’s pants would fit better on a man (or on Lady Gaga, if you subscribed to the rumors of 2009). Tim Gunn describes Seth Aaron’s look as “Tim Burton-esque” in his blog post this week. I think he and I share a thought bubble, because mine has Michael Keaton as Beetlejuice dancing around in it.
And then there’s Anthony. One, I love the color. I don’t care if it’s made of a gigbillion yards of flammable polyester. I also love that both Heidi and Michael were in such shock and awe over the fabric choice that they actually got up out of their seats to touch the dress and cringe. Two, one of these things is not like the other. It’s like all the other designers were on one wavelength and Anthony was off on another. Everyone had deep color palettes with bold stripes and polka dots and jazz hands, and he was just at a totally different circus, filled with Smurfs and badass Maleficent collars.
After everyone throws someone under the bus because two must go, the judges make their decision and decide the designers’ fate.
The world (except Chris March) is falling all over Emilio’s dress, and he is sent off to the safety of “You’re off to Fashion Week” green-room-dom. Seth Aaron follows suit to keep the bromance alive. Anthony is sent packing, but hey, after landing a dress on Heidi Klum on the cover of a major magazine and returning from cast-off purgatory to have Jessica Alba wear your dress to a red-carpet event, there’s no crying here.
In a moment of German bait-and-switchery (or is it red herring or ... forget it), Heidi fools us all, and leaves Mila and Jay to duke it out for another week before we know our final three.
So, have at it. Who’s going to be the third designer showing at Fashion Week?